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Character name (First and last name): Kitsu Clearwater
School Year or Adult Level: 1 year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: nopey
Link to the character page: Beep-boop
Character Statistics:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
Kitsu Clearwater
School Year or Adult Level: 1 year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: nopey
Link to the character page: Beep-boop
Character Statistics:
Reducio
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 7
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 7
Character Backstory:
Reducio
At the date of 8th March, year 2014 a girl was born, her name was Kitsu Euphenia Clearwater. From her youngest days Kitsu lived in a big stone-made house with her family. Her Father’s name was Richard Clearwater, he worked at Ministry of Magic as an Ministry Welcome Wizard, her Mother whom name was Julie Clearwater stopped working after giving birth to Kitsu’s older brother, Ronan Clearwater, so in total, about 17 years ago. In the house lived also their side family - uncle Antonio Fireflake, aunt Lilianna Fireflake and their two kids, Merida, an girl year older than Kitsu and Leoni, boy that was three years older than Kitsu.
Kitsu loved her home, the dark but cozy corridors were safe space for her dreams and games she played with cousins and sometimes her brother. Life there was going slow, lazy almost, years passing by and Kitsu grew older, at the age of 4 her parents got a kneezle from a trip they took to Diagon Alley, making her a big surprise at Christmas when the little black fur-ball ran out of a box under Christmas tree, almost crashing against a table’s leg, later that day the kneezle got named ‘Coal’ from the color of his fur. From that time three years later at the age of 7 they got two spotted crups, Neo and Nika, as someone in the city had pups but there was too much of them to take care of, so they gave them out. Kitsu loved to play with them, as her love to animals was missive, no matter how big or small, magical or not, fluffy or scaled the animals were.
At the age of 5, Kitsu got to see her first quidditch match live, that even made love the sport, from that time her room started to slowly fill with quiditch-themed stuff, from blankets, pillows to posters, books and more.
Kitsu’s life was a cozy, slowly passing time, room filled with books of different topics, magical and non-magical creatures, quidditch, plants and flowers. It was calm till the day she turned old enough to enter Hogwarts gates after buying everything she needed and getting her own wand, ready for a new story in her life to begin.
Kitsu loved her home, the dark but cozy corridors were safe space for her dreams and games she played with cousins and sometimes her brother. Life there was going slow, lazy almost, years passing by and Kitsu grew older, at the age of 4 her parents got a kneezle from a trip they took to Diagon Alley, making her a big surprise at Christmas when the little black fur-ball ran out of a box under Christmas tree, almost crashing against a table’s leg, later that day the kneezle got named ‘Coal’ from the color of his fur. From that time three years later at the age of 7 they got two spotted crups, Neo and Nika, as someone in the city had pups but there was too much of them to take care of, so they gave them out. Kitsu loved to play with them, as her love to animals was missive, no matter how big or small, magical or not, fluffy or scaled the animals were.
At the age of 5, Kitsu got to see her first quidditch match live, that even made love the sport, from that time her room started to slowly fill with quiditch-themed stuff, from blankets, pillows to posters, books and more.
Kitsu’s life was a cozy, slowly passing time, room filled with books of different topics, magical and non-magical creatures, quidditch, plants and flowers. It was calm till the day she turned old enough to enter Hogwarts gates after buying everything she needed and getting her own wand, ready for a new story in her life to begin.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
At the age of 6, after an awfully bad haircut(made by accident) her hair grew back to its original length after a night.
STATUS: Pending, Lesmana, 26 April
Reason for Pending:
- Birth year in the backstory is 2013. It should be 2014 to reflect the profile card. Please edit it.
- Trunk post contains 3 images. We only allow 2 images in the trunk post. viewtopic.php?p=324668#p324668
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 26 April
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Kitsu Clearwater
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Character name (First and last name): Dahlia Lee
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope! Unless we're counting for special race applications
Link to the character page: woah
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Half-VeelaReducioEveryone is familiar with the beguiling nature of Veela. However, few have been exposed to these charms exactly eighteen hours and thirty-two minutes before one’s own wedding. That was a unique experience to Junghwan Lee.
To be fair, or so he recounted, it was entirely the fault of the Veela. He had been out in a bar, as one does, with his best man the night before he was set to marry Sooji. He was happy with the idea of marrying Sooji. The man was, although successful in his career, not much of a talker interpersonally. He had kept to himself throughout his schooling and focused exclusively on his studies. If it were not for Sooji, who was far more popular, having the confidence to approach him Junghwan would have likely never married. She preferred intellect and authenticity to charm. Hence, he counted himself lucky. Sooji was sociable, pretty, ambitious, from a high-status family, and caring towards him. Cheating was not a consideration.
Then there was Mina. The woman walked in at twenty past eleven and, while his best man had escorted himself to the restroom, taken the seat next to Junghwan. She was irresistible, nearly too irresistible to be human. Such was his first thought. She reminded him of someone from his childhood, perhaps, or a nice dream he had years ago. They began talking naturally. The scent of sweet jasmine and wildflowers became apparent as she leaned in and obscured the moral failing in their kiss.
That night led to the conception of Dahlia who, as their relatives saw it, was a honeymoon baby. It was inevitable for Sooji to know the truth as Mina had no interest in keeping the baby. It was a surprising acceptance on Sooji’s part. She was more practical than jealous and, in part, she believed her husband that he had been charmed (at the extent possible by a Veela’s allure… It was not a crime.) Furthermore, exposing the true story would lead to an unforgivable scandal on the back of both families and a dent in their daughter’s future. Hence, an agreement and an unbreakable con was made: Junghwan informed the Lee house that Sooji’s family had ancient Veela lineage and Sooji informed her family the opposite— that Junghwan carried the Veela genes. It was a shaky argument but passable in practice. Neither family particularly desired to probe the story as the truth would do them no good.
Full custody of Dahlia was given to Sooji and Junghwan upon Dahlia’s birth and, promptly after, the family left for London. Sooji took Dahlia fully as her own more so than she would have if it had been her own child. There was an unusual determination there to mold the young witch into her own image. It was a gift, in a twisted sense, to have such a beautiful child. No one knew better than to praise her for it so, as Dahlia grew up, she kept the story alive.
Dahlia, now an eleven-year-old, was aware of her Veela heritage solely for the practical purpose of awareness towards her future abilities. She was legally classified as a half-breed on all identification papers. However, she also knew to keep this information secret. Not a word of it was to be spoken even at home.
WC: 548
Character Backstory:ReducioMany at Hogwarts are promising. Hence, Dahlia Lee would stand among them.
Such was the narrative guiding Sooji Lee in her decision to relocate to England after the arrival of her first child. Her husband, Junghwan, as it was, was amenable to this. He was amenable to most things in her quest to raise the perfect daughter. Hence, their first and only child was born on January 8th in London, England.
A perfect, wizarding daughter had several attributes. Firstly, and most importantly, was education. Dahlia was raised with an intensive class schedule. Mondays were for history. Wizarding history occupied most of the day up until the early afternoon. Then there was global and ancient history. Tuesdays were for music. Sooji herself never got the opportunity to train these skills. Therefore, Dahlia took piano and voice lessons in the morning and dance in the evenings. Wednesdays were occupied by STEM pursuits: math, physics, and earth science. Literature and philosophical studies fell on Thursdays. Oration, debate, and public speaking were studied on Fridays. Saturdays were not a break but rather a day for comprehensive study and testing of the material learned previously. The Lee family often traveled or hosted guests on Sundays. Study began directly after breakfast and often lasted until bedtime with a break around midday. Practical studies such as cooking and cleaning were neglected entirely as Sooji was inherently against teaching her daughter such skills— they were unsuitable for a powerful lady of status as they implied future commitment to caring for a husband.
Secondly, and more controversially, was an open mind to muggle civilization. Junghwan, a pureblood aristocrat by profession and self-proclaimed researcher of muggle studies, did not believe in wizarding superiority over mugglekind. It was an ignorant excuse for not learning how to function in the world without magic, from his view. Therefore, in her limited free time, Dahlia was educated in muggle matters such as technology, music, fashion, and pop culture. The family as a whole blended in well enough in London, moving between wizarding and muggle locations with ease.
In third place came a clean appearance. Sooji was not too strict with Dahlia’s personal expression growing up as long as she looked well-cared for and put-together. Self-care including skincare, hair treatments, and healthy eating were emphasized as part of Dahlia’s upbringing. Learning the colors and silhouettes of clothing that suited one’s body best along with the proper attire for a given event was also important as to make a good impression. Dahlia took to this easily as she enjoyed fashion.
Lastly came a self-sufficient attitude. Sooji did not believe in etiquette classes for young witches, thinking such practices archaic and rooted in misogyny. Rather, before Hogwarts, Sooji wanted to ensure that Dahlia would be able to hold her own in any room she might be placed in. She wanted to ensure that her daughter was an interesting individual— one with opinions, confidence, a personality, and hobbies. Dahlia, to her mother’s great pleasure, acquired this easily, or perhaps she inherited it.
First Instance of Magic:ReducioDahlia’s first instance of magic occurred on the steps of her family’s residence. She had recently gotten new shoes. They were, in her five-year-old mind, everything she had ever dreamed of. Namely, this meant they were pink, sparkly, and played fairy dust sound effects whenever she took a step.
However, there was a dillema. These shoes had LACES. Dahlia had never tied her own laces before. Her mother had given her one look and told her to ‘try it.’ She had succeeded… sloppily. The loops were far too short and the long bits were far too long to walk in practically.
Hence, as soon as she stepped outside, there was, definitively, an issue. Her left foot made contact with her right lace and, all of a sudden, her entire body was tipping forward down the staircase. A gasp of fear escaped her lips but, before she knew it, the material of the last step turned to foam as her hands made contact. No scrapes today!
STATUS: Pending, Ruckus, April 26th
-- Since you are half-veela, your stats can only add to 30. Please remove 5 points.
STATUS: Approved, Ruckus, April 27th
Last edited by Dahlia Lee on 27 Apr 2026, 15:28, edited 1 time in total.
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Character name (First and last name): Amalie Leclerc
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope!
Link to the character page: Amalie Leclerc's Encyclopedia
Character Statistics:
Character Backstory:
First Instance of Magic:
I don’t need your approval. I’ll take your respect instead.
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Nope!
Link to the character page: Amalie Leclerc's Encyclopedia
Character Statistics:
Character Special Race/Talent: NoneStamina: 6
Evasion: 6
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 6
Accuracy: 7
Character Backstory:
Reducio
Amalie Mae Leclerc is a French-English 11-year-old, born and raised in Chelmsford, Essex. She has a slender build and stands at 4'10', taller than average for her age. Her pale skin and stormy grey-blue eyes give her a reserved demeanour and her defined cheekbones add a sharpness to her features. She has mid-back length, wavy brown hair, inherited from her papa, and bangs framing her face. Amalie usually wears her hair loose or sometimes clipped back with silver star clips
Though she looks more like her papa, Amalie leans more towards her mama in terms of personality, unlike Adrian, who looks like mama, but has the mannerisms of papa.
Amalie is selectively extroverted, with an observant, curious nature. She doesn't rush to make friends, but when she does, she is fiercely loyal and fun to be around. She has her mother's dry humour, and her sharp comments often catch people off guard. She doesn't like being the centre of attention, and gets flustered when too many people focus on her, but she has a steady confidence when she is comfortable. Fluent in both French and English, Amalie sometimes tends to unconsciously use French words mid-conversation. She is a bright student, and picks up most subjects with little effort.
Amalie is an avid reader, who has been devouring books since she was five. She also has a strong passion for archery. Years of practice have left her with a faint line on her left forearm, from the continuous twanging of the bowstring. Her love for baking is not to be ignored, and her delicious pain au chocolat is much appreciated by everyone lucky enough to have tasted it.
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Biography:
Louis Leclerc had left France to find prospects of a better job - and perhaps a wife. He met Emma Hughes, a fellow trainee at the Ministry of Magic, fell in love with the fiery redhead, married her and settled in the pleasant countryside of Essex. Louis now owned and operated The Larkspur Bakery, well renowned for its lattes and croissants.
Amalie got her passion for baking from him, and helped him whenever she was free. The customers were used to seeing little Amalie with her flour-scattered apron and white-specked hair eagerly helping her papa at the back of the bakery. It was here they made memories that would last a lifetime.
Emma still works at the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. Amalie and her brother loved hearing the silly stories she brought home; especially the petty squabbles that were always going on, more often than one might expect in an official environment. Emma was the parent Amalie looked up to, though of course she adored her papa too. A former Ravenclaw prefect, Emma's resilience, intelligence, quiet confidence and ambition had made her quite a person to reckon with.
The couple had a son, Adrian Leclerc, now the Keeper for a professional Quidditch team, who was an only child for 9 years, till Amalie came along. The unlikely pair had the typical sibling relationship, with Adrian teasing her mercilessly but still writing to her when he's away on tour and never failing to send her a book and chocolate frogs every month. Amalie missed him terribly when he was away, and the thought of Hogwarts - a place where she could make friends of her own age - excited her, as much as it frightened her.
Though she looks more like her papa, Amalie leans more towards her mama in terms of personality, unlike Adrian, who looks like mama, but has the mannerisms of papa.
Amalie is selectively extroverted, with an observant, curious nature. She doesn't rush to make friends, but when she does, she is fiercely loyal and fun to be around. She has her mother's dry humour, and her sharp comments often catch people off guard. She doesn't like being the centre of attention, and gets flustered when too many people focus on her, but she has a steady confidence when she is comfortable. Fluent in both French and English, Amalie sometimes tends to unconsciously use French words mid-conversation. She is a bright student, and picks up most subjects with little effort.
Amalie is an avid reader, who has been devouring books since she was five. She also has a strong passion for archery. Years of practice have left her with a faint line on her left forearm, from the continuous twanging of the bowstring. Her love for baking is not to be ignored, and her delicious pain au chocolat is much appreciated by everyone lucky enough to have tasted it.
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Biography:
Louis Leclerc had left France to find prospects of a better job - and perhaps a wife. He met Emma Hughes, a fellow trainee at the Ministry of Magic, fell in love with the fiery redhead, married her and settled in the pleasant countryside of Essex. Louis now owned and operated The Larkspur Bakery, well renowned for its lattes and croissants.
Amalie got her passion for baking from him, and helped him whenever she was free. The customers were used to seeing little Amalie with her flour-scattered apron and white-specked hair eagerly helping her papa at the back of the bakery. It was here they made memories that would last a lifetime.
Emma still works at the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. Amalie and her brother loved hearing the silly stories she brought home; especially the petty squabbles that were always going on, more often than one might expect in an official environment. Emma was the parent Amalie looked up to, though of course she adored her papa too. A former Ravenclaw prefect, Emma's resilience, intelligence, quiet confidence and ambition had made her quite a person to reckon with.
The couple had a son, Adrian Leclerc, now the Keeper for a professional Quidditch team, who was an only child for 9 years, till Amalie came along. The unlikely pair had the typical sibling relationship, with Adrian teasing her mercilessly but still writing to her when he's away on tour and never failing to send her a book and chocolate frogs every month. Amalie missed him terribly when he was away, and the thought of Hogwarts - a place where she could make friends of her own age - excited her, as much as it frightened her.
First Instance of Magic:
Reducio
**When Amalie was nine**
It was one of those Saturday mornings, with too many bustling customers, and voices speaking over each other.
Papa was at the counter taking orders, while keeping an eye on the croissants in the oven, and his forehead had that crease that showed he was stressed. I was supposed to be wiping the tables at the back, but the noise was distracting me.
Then Mrs. Jackson from down the street came in, pushing past everybody, shouting about how she needed a box of macarons and twelve croissants right now for her daughter's birthday party. She wasn't angry, but she was loud. Very loud.
I hated it when it got like this. People barging around, thinking they owned the world. I could see Papa's jaw ticking as he tried to politely ask her to get in line and wait for her turn.
Suddenly, I was livid.
Just. Be. Quiet.
I didn't say it out loud, but I knew everyone had heard it.
My fingers tightened around the cloth in my hand.
The macarons in the oven just exploded, splattering the oven door, and the chairs around the table that I had been trying to wipe fell over, causing a loud bang.
Everyone fell silent and nobody was moving for a minute or two.
What had just happened?
And then everything was back to normal, but I could see some weird stares coming my way. There was a faint ringing in my ears that faded after a minute or two.
Papa gave me a scrutinising gaze and went back to handling Mrs. Jackson. She apologised and meekly scurried to the back of the line.
To this day, she never returned to the bakery again and would always hurry past whenever she saw me on the road.
**When Amalie was nine**
It was one of those Saturday mornings, with too many bustling customers, and voices speaking over each other.
Papa was at the counter taking orders, while keeping an eye on the croissants in the oven, and his forehead had that crease that showed he was stressed. I was supposed to be wiping the tables at the back, but the noise was distracting me.
Then Mrs. Jackson from down the street came in, pushing past everybody, shouting about how she needed a box of macarons and twelve croissants right now for her daughter's birthday party. She wasn't angry, but she was loud. Very loud.
I hated it when it got like this. People barging around, thinking they owned the world. I could see Papa's jaw ticking as he tried to politely ask her to get in line and wait for her turn.
Suddenly, I was livid.
Just. Be. Quiet.
I didn't say it out loud, but I knew everyone had heard it.
My fingers tightened around the cloth in my hand.
The macarons in the oven just exploded, splattering the oven door, and the chairs around the table that I had been trying to wipe fell over, causing a loud bang.
Everyone fell silent and nobody was moving for a minute or two.
What had just happened?
And then everything was back to normal, but I could see some weird stares coming my way. There was a faint ringing in my ears that faded after a minute or two.
Papa gave me a scrutinising gaze and went back to handling Mrs. Jackson. She apologised and meekly scurried to the back of the line.
To this day, she never returned to the bakery again and would always hurry past whenever she saw me on the road.
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 30 April
I don’t need your approval. I’ll take your respect instead.
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Chloe Wade, First Year, Gryffindor.
This is my first account
Link: Encyclopedia
Stats:
Stamina 5
Evasion 3
Strength 6
Wisdom 5
Arcane Power 9
Accuracy 7
First instance of magic:
At the age of 10, I was walking home from my school, and I was chased by my brother's friends down a hill. I tripped, broke my ankle. I screamed and my brother's friends were blown away out of my sight.
Backstory:
Chloe Wade grew up in a busy household that always seemed to small for her older brother, her twin and her to stay out of each other's way. It was on the outskirts of Bristol, and the Forest of Dean nearby provided ample space to play unseen, as her older brother (a soon-to-become dragon controller in Hungaria) zipped through the trees on his sleek broom and her brother forced Every Flavour Beans into her mouth at any oppurtunity available.
Although it was infuriating, there were some advantages to having a magic brother. Late night snack runs? A whispered accio chocolate and you were set. But there were downsides. You forgot that homework? Better pay up and get a substandard essay. Messy room? No chance. You were annoying? Maybe your clothes would disapear right off your body in the middle of whole school assembly.
So when her Hogwarts letter arrived, she felt relieved. Magic. Magic of her own.
And her brother had waxed on for hours about the moving staircases and the weather-ceiling that dominated the Great hall, the Transfiguration lessons where you were just as likely to get transformed into a parrot as to get house points and the Hippogriffs soaring over the sky, the tentacles rearing out of the shimmering lake, and the extravagant banquets. She just couldn't wait.
"I'm not going to be murdered." - Harry Potter
This is my first account
Link: Encyclopedia
Stats:
Stamina 5
Evasion 3
Strength 6
Wisdom 5
Arcane Power 9
Accuracy 7
First instance of magic:
At the age of 10, I was walking home from my school, and I was chased by my brother's friends down a hill. I tripped, broke my ankle. I screamed and my brother's friends were blown away out of my sight.
Backstory:
Chloe Wade grew up in a busy household that always seemed to small for her older brother, her twin and her to stay out of each other's way. It was on the outskirts of Bristol, and the Forest of Dean nearby provided ample space to play unseen, as her older brother (a soon-to-become dragon controller in Hungaria) zipped through the trees on his sleek broom and her brother forced Every Flavour Beans into her mouth at any oppurtunity available.
Although it was infuriating, there were some advantages to having a magic brother. Late night snack runs? A whispered accio chocolate and you were set. But there were downsides. You forgot that homework? Better pay up and get a substandard essay. Messy room? No chance. You were annoying? Maybe your clothes would disapear right off your body in the middle of whole school assembly.
So when her Hogwarts letter arrived, she felt relieved. Magic. Magic of her own.
And her brother had waxed on for hours about the moving staircases and the weather-ceiling that dominated the Great hall, the Transfiguration lessons where you were just as likely to get transformed into a parrot as to get house points and the Hippogriffs soaring over the sky, the tentacles rearing out of the shimmering lake, and the extravagant banquets. She just couldn't wait.
STATUS: Pending, Lesmana, 3 May
Reason for Pending:
- The backstory you have written here is still 219 words. The minimum word requirement for the backstory alone is 220 words. Please tell us a little bit more about your character's childhood and family.
- The backstory and the first instance of magic (FIoM) must be written the same in this registration post and in the Encyclopedia Page.
- Please remove the ability that hasn't been approved yet from your trunk post. We will add it to your trunk once we approve your ability application.
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 5 May
Last edited by Chloe Wade on 4 May 2026, 19:17, edited 3 times in total.
"I'm not going to be murdered." - Harry Potter
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Character name ( first and last): Oriana Josephine Blackwood
School Year or Adult Level: 1st Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Nope
Link to character page: viewtopic.php?p=1582000#p1582000
Stats:
Stamina:6
Evasion:5
Strength:6
Wisdom:7
Arcane Power:5
Accuracy:6
Special Race/Talent: None
Character Backstory:
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Fiery blue
Height: 4"9
Face: Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose
Build: Not buff but athletic and strong for her age
Personality: Highly intelligent and friendly. Loves sports and books. Protective over those she loves and has a sharp tongue if she's provoked. Stubborn and fierce with a soft heart. Friendly but can be stand-offish at first. Adventurous.
On 9th of December, 2013, Oriana Josephine Blackwood was born in Limerick, Ireland. Brought into this world by two loving parents, Orion and Josephine Blackwood, and her 7 year old brother, Rhys Lupin Blackwood, this pureblooded family was as messy as they come. The Blackwood's didn't believe blood decided where you sat in society and always did their best to serve their community. Oriana was raised to always helped those in need and to never judge someone by the quality of their blood.
Growing up, her brother exceeded all the expectations she had for her big brother. Being so much older than her, it was hard to have common interests and spend time together, but Rhys always had time for her. Oriana was only 4 when he went off to Hogwarts, but he sent her letters practically every day sharing his experience at school. When he was home over the holidays, he would teach her what he had been learning (within the limits of underaged magic, of course). Oriana loves her brother so much and dreams of following in his footsteps in her years at Hogwarts.
Oriana had friends, but her closest was Maria, a Squib. Their mothers went to Hogwarts together and stayed close friends after they graduated. They went to school together and shared everything with each other. Oriana had always been more adventurous than Maria and usually dragged her into her antics, but Maria didn't seem to mind. Climbing trees, sneaking into neighbor's gardens, and hiding outside after supper time, these two girls were inseparable.
Rhys taught Oriana how to play Quidditch and she instantly fell in love with it. She still remembers the first time she scored a goal against him, he probably let her, but that didn't take away any of the joy. She hopes to make the Quidditch team at Hogwarts. Reading and writing are also hobbies of hers. If being an Auror like her brother doesn't work out, an author is definitely a career option.
First Instance of Magic:
When she was 7, Oriana's parents took her and Maria to the playground. Now, Oriana knew of magic, her parents were wizards after all, but she didn't quite understand that she to had magic. While playing on the swings with Maria, a young pure-blood came up and started making fun of Maria for being a Squib. A rush of anger swept over Oriana and all of the sudden, all of the dodgeballs at the playground pelted the young boy. At first, Oriana was scared, then she felt a rush of pride for protecting her friend. Her parents took them home and proceeded to tell her she had magic. All she understood is that one day, she would go to Hogwarts! The same school Rhys goes to. This turned out to be the best day of her life. Until she arrived at Hogwarts of course.
School Year or Adult Level: 1st Year
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Nope
Link to character page: viewtopic.php?p=1582000#p1582000
Stats:
Stamina:6
Evasion:5
Strength:6
Wisdom:7
Arcane Power:5
Accuracy:6
Special Race/Talent: None
Character Backstory:
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Fiery blue
Height: 4"9
Face: Freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose
Build: Not buff but athletic and strong for her age
Personality: Highly intelligent and friendly. Loves sports and books. Protective over those she loves and has a sharp tongue if she's provoked. Stubborn and fierce with a soft heart. Friendly but can be stand-offish at first. Adventurous.
On 9th of December, 2013, Oriana Josephine Blackwood was born in Limerick, Ireland. Brought into this world by two loving parents, Orion and Josephine Blackwood, and her 7 year old brother, Rhys Lupin Blackwood, this pureblooded family was as messy as they come. The Blackwood's didn't believe blood decided where you sat in society and always did their best to serve their community. Oriana was raised to always helped those in need and to never judge someone by the quality of their blood.
Growing up, her brother exceeded all the expectations she had for her big brother. Being so much older than her, it was hard to have common interests and spend time together, but Rhys always had time for her. Oriana was only 4 when he went off to Hogwarts, but he sent her letters practically every day sharing his experience at school. When he was home over the holidays, he would teach her what he had been learning (within the limits of underaged magic, of course). Oriana loves her brother so much and dreams of following in his footsteps in her years at Hogwarts.
Oriana had friends, but her closest was Maria, a Squib. Their mothers went to Hogwarts together and stayed close friends after they graduated. They went to school together and shared everything with each other. Oriana had always been more adventurous than Maria and usually dragged her into her antics, but Maria didn't seem to mind. Climbing trees, sneaking into neighbor's gardens, and hiding outside after supper time, these two girls were inseparable.
Rhys taught Oriana how to play Quidditch and she instantly fell in love with it. She still remembers the first time she scored a goal against him, he probably let her, but that didn't take away any of the joy. She hopes to make the Quidditch team at Hogwarts. Reading and writing are also hobbies of hers. If being an Auror like her brother doesn't work out, an author is definitely a career option.
First Instance of Magic:
When she was 7, Oriana's parents took her and Maria to the playground. Now, Oriana knew of magic, her parents were wizards after all, but she didn't quite understand that she to had magic. While playing on the swings with Maria, a young pure-blood came up and started making fun of Maria for being a Squib. A rush of anger swept over Oriana and all of the sudden, all of the dodgeballs at the playground pelted the young boy. At first, Oriana was scared, then she felt a rush of pride for protecting her friend. Her parents took them home and proceeded to tell her she had magic. All she understood is that one day, she would go to Hogwarts! The same school Rhys goes to. This turned out to be the best day of her life. Until she arrived at Hogwarts of course.
STATUS: Approved, Lesmana, 5 May
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Index Registration
Character name: Aldric Thorne
School Year or Adult Level: 1st Year
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 5
First Instance of Magic: When he was five years old, Aldric sneezed out fire from his nose. He had and accidentally burned his breakfast. His parents laughed though, because it was ironic, because he had been complaining it was under cooked.
Does any Profile Card info need changing?
I don't believe so, (unless me being a seer does something)
I don't believe so, (unless me being a seer does something)
Link to the character page:Aldric Thorne Encyclopedia
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 7
Accuracy: 5
Character Special Race/Talent: Seer
Reducio
Ever since Aldric first displayed his magic (burning his breakfast) he felt strange things. He had a knack for reading emotions before the person even showed them. He has always been quiet, observant, and deeply connected to the world. His magic was tied to emotion and instincts. He notices things that no one else does. And he feels more.
On the day he carved toys for his younger sister, He had known her toy would break long before she broke it. He started carving the new toys an hour before she broke hers. How he knew he didn't know. It just... felt like it. There has always been a sense in Aldric. he just knew stuff others overlooked. As he increases his abilities, he will use them for good and kindness to help others.
His parents don't have these ‘seeing’ abilities, but his grandma (on his mothers side) and grandpa (on his fathers side) Are both seer’s. They got it from their parents and so on. It skipped a few generations (like Aldrics parents) and was still rare. Their furthest ancestor was named Archmage Thorne, (He learned from the collection of biographies in the Thorne manor) was the first Seer recorded in the Thorne history. Aldric has spend a good chunk of his time with his grandmother, who actually taught him how to wood carve. He goes to her house every weekend (or he did before he started Hogwarts) and she gave him another lesson. During one of these “lessons” than his grandmother had a vision, and he was the one to run for help. He didn't hear the prophecy But his parents said it had something to do with him.
He had wondered what the vision was, until at age 10 his parents told him they thought she had basically said he was a seer. A week after that his grandfather (Fathers side) came over to congragulate him. He explained how many centuries ago Archmage Thorne had started the Thorne's entire profit, by opening a divination shop, where he did readings. Only once in a while did a true prophecy come, in which the lucky (or unlucky) customer was the only one who heard it.
His childern continued the shop, then there grand children, until it lost popularity and was abandoned. His abilities were passed down generation by generation, and finally ending up in Aldrics blood. Aldric dreamed of reopening the shop, but he didn't want to spend all his time cooped up in an old hut. he visited it one though. (In a dream) and he saw many possibilities. He wondered how he could continue the life he wanted but still while carrying his ancestors legacy.
His vision ties with who he is, a quiet, observant boy, who notices everything. He is deeply protective, while somehow being cunning and ambitious at the same time. His ability is a natural extension of his love for nature. He is only beginning to see his gift blossom. He is also just beginning to understand the responsibility of his extraordinary gift that his ancestors had bestowed on him.
On the day he carved toys for his younger sister, He had known her toy would break long before she broke it. He started carving the new toys an hour before she broke hers. How he knew he didn't know. It just... felt like it. There has always been a sense in Aldric. he just knew stuff others overlooked. As he increases his abilities, he will use them for good and kindness to help others.
His parents don't have these ‘seeing’ abilities, but his grandma (on his mothers side) and grandpa (on his fathers side) Are both seer’s. They got it from their parents and so on. It skipped a few generations (like Aldrics parents) and was still rare. Their furthest ancestor was named Archmage Thorne, (He learned from the collection of biographies in the Thorne manor) was the first Seer recorded in the Thorne history. Aldric has spend a good chunk of his time with his grandmother, who actually taught him how to wood carve. He goes to her house every weekend (or he did before he started Hogwarts) and she gave him another lesson. During one of these “lessons” than his grandmother had a vision, and he was the one to run for help. He didn't hear the prophecy But his parents said it had something to do with him.
He had wondered what the vision was, until at age 10 his parents told him they thought she had basically said he was a seer. A week after that his grandfather (Fathers side) came over to congragulate him. He explained how many centuries ago Archmage Thorne had started the Thorne's entire profit, by opening a divination shop, where he did readings. Only once in a while did a true prophecy come, in which the lucky (or unlucky) customer was the only one who heard it.
His childern continued the shop, then there grand children, until it lost popularity and was abandoned. His abilities were passed down generation by generation, and finally ending up in Aldrics blood. Aldric dreamed of reopening the shop, but he didn't want to spend all his time cooped up in an old hut. he visited it one though. (In a dream) and he saw many possibilities. He wondered how he could continue the life he wanted but still while carrying his ancestors legacy.
His vision ties with who he is, a quiet, observant boy, who notices everything. He is deeply protective, while somehow being cunning and ambitious at the same time. His ability is a natural extension of his love for nature. He is only beginning to see his gift blossom. He is also just beginning to understand the responsibility of his extraordinary gift that his ancestors had bestowed on him.
Backstory
Reducio
His family rejected pureblood supremicy, and they did it quietly and discreetly. Lots of people still respect them however, due to his fathers sucess. His father Marex Thorne , who is a polite proper man, is a very sucessful auror. He loves helping his children in any way possible. His mother, Lilly Thorne a kind and motherly person, is a very respected healer. She adorns her children, and loves them all.
Aldric has three siblings. Alfis Thorne is his older brother. He is a fun energetic fellow, and he was put in Slytherin as well as Aldric. Lillith Thorne is his older sister. She is pretty serious, and very inteligent. She was put in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, due to her extreme learning capability’s. His younger sister Lexis Thorne, a fun playful child, is not in any house yet, because she is not old enough for Hogwarts.
Aldric's boggert is a lion. The reason for this was because when he was nine years old he Went on a vacation. On that vacation they saw a sleeping lion. Aldric thought they were amazing, until he walked toward them. His parents were fussing over his siblings and didn't notice, until He was almost to the lion. the lion awoke and growled at Aldric. lucily it ran away before causing harm but Aldric is still scared of lions to this day.
He likes carving, reading, and watching nature.His wand’s unicorn hair core reflects his gentle nature. He got his wand form Ollivander and the rest of his supplies from the many stores in Diagon alley. He has a journal that he collects fallen leaves. and writes a story behind them.
Aldric has three siblings. Alfis Thorne is his older brother. He is a fun energetic fellow, and he was put in Slytherin as well as Aldric. Lillith Thorne is his older sister. She is pretty serious, and very inteligent. She was put in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, due to her extreme learning capability’s. His younger sister Lexis Thorne, a fun playful child, is not in any house yet, because she is not old enough for Hogwarts.
Aldric's boggert is a lion. The reason for this was because when he was nine years old he Went on a vacation. On that vacation they saw a sleeping lion. Aldric thought they were amazing, until he walked toward them. His parents were fussing over his siblings and didn't notice, until He was almost to the lion. the lion awoke and growled at Aldric. lucily it ran away before causing harm but Aldric is still scared of lions to this day.
He likes carving, reading, and watching nature.His wand’s unicorn hair core reflects his gentle nature. He got his wand form Ollivander and the rest of his supplies from the many stores in Diagon alley. He has a journal that he collects fallen leaves. and writes a story behind them.
First Instance of Magic: When he was five years old, Aldric sneezed out fire from his nose. He had and accidentally burned his breakfast. His parents laughed though, because it was ironic, because he had been complaining it was under cooked.
STATUS: Pending, Kasem, 6 May
Reason for Pending:
- 1. Backstory: For index is about your time before going to Hogwarts, so talking about what house you were sorted into and things after that event, do not count. Lions would also likely not be in the Magical Menagerie (they can be dangerous doubtful they are kept in a shop where anyone, kids included, can enter). I suggest rewriting it a bit to get to 220 with these instructions in mind. Focus on describing life prior to Hogwarts. And make sure it is the same in the encyclopedia.
- 2. Seer application: It is a bit difficult to believe that a wall of sticks could hold a large tree branch. Seers also have intuition early on rather than actual fully fledged magic, since that would mean multiple instances of magic prior to Hogwarts which is not something allowed on site. You could focus on writing how the talent has been inherited in your ancestry since seers barely have solid "powers" very early on aside from mild intuition.
- 3. First Instance of Magic: I would remove the "showed he had a powerful knack for elemental magic - for one there is no specific category for it, spells, charms, curses can control elements but there is not a dedicated "elementalist" sort of magic. Also to make sense with the lore and what is generally seen in FIOM.
STATUS: Approved, Kasem, 7 May
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ALDRIC THORNE
"Help will always be given at Hogwarts. To those who deserve it"— Dumbledore
"Help will always be given at Hogwarts. To those who deserve it"— Dumbledore
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Beowulf Gordon MacLeod
School Year or Adult Level: first year Gryffindor
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Should be changed from pure-blood to half
Link to the character page: As requested
Character Statistics: Stamina: 6| Evasion: 1 | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 3 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Half-Giant application here and in Ency page
I believe that I deserve to be a half giant as being a half-giant is not just surface level for Beowulf but core to his very being and how he fits in the world, his mother is the current Chieftess of a tribe of Jotunn giants and being the first born of this tribe it will inevitably become his role to take in the future.
His body currently reflects his lineage, he is larger, heavier, and stronger than most of his peers and his build mirrors the broad, dense frames associated with the giants of the northern isles, just scaled down to his age.
He has not grown up distant from that side of himself either, his mother’s clan is not just a story to him, it is a very present and solid part of his life.
The Skye Jötunn exist as a rare case of a giant group that has adapted instead of disappearing, folding into a wizarding community without sacrificing their identity, Beowulf has been raised with that influence from the start, which shapes how he understands strength, loyalty, and responsibility.
His temperament and attitude towards others also are very reflective of his giant side, he acts on emotion and instinct though it's tempered somewhat by his human side and he tends to process emotion first, followed by action immediately after, consistent with how giants are known to operate.
The way he handles people follows a similar line, Giants live in tight, protective groups, and Beowulf mirrors that without thinking about it, he chooses his people and treats their safety as something that is simply his responsibility. It is not something he questions or weighs up, it just is, that instinct translates cleanly from a giants tribal structure into a smaller, personal scale.
Most importantly, his place as his mother’s heir gives him direction beyond school being tied to a living clan, means what he becomes matters not just to him, but to them as well.
I hope with the case I've laid out I have provided sufficient information through his character design, backstory, family history and fundamental nature to be approved of being a half-giant.
Character Backstory: Beowulf grew up in Duncarnavoine Hollow, a small all-wizarding village, tucked into the coastline of the Isle of Skye, to Muggles it is known as Kyleakin a small town on the eastern coast, the magic blocked from their eyes by old charms and a reputation for terrible weather, even still magic ebbs out of the stonework and though the village is made of a handful of stone cottages, a crooked pub, and a post office that doubles as an apothecary, it is surrounded by some of the most dramatic and beautiful landscape in Scotland and the magic permeating through the air leaves everyone in awe.
Everyone there is close, doors are very rarely locked, children roam free from the moment they can walk and everyone in the village knows everyone else, in essence it is a truly cosy village and community.
Beowulf's father, Coinneach, could not and would never be described as a quiet man.
He is broad, barrel-chested, blonde, thick-bearded, and loud in the way that thunderstorms are loud, not because he is trying to be so, but because he was apparently built without a low setting.
He is a pure-born wizard, yes, and not an incompetent one at that, but he has always trusted his hands and his brawn at least as much as his wand, if not more, though definitely more than he trusts his brain of which he proudly boasts he has little of.
He drinks, he boasts, he sings old drinking songs badly and at loud volume, he picks fights with furniture when he's had too many and wins about half of them.
He wears Thor's hammer around his neck and has runes tattooed across his knuckles.
He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as a field worker, building trust with communities the Ministry has historically handled very poorly.
It was this work that brought him to a reclusive giant clan in the remote Highlands with links to the Jotunn of old legend, a small holdout tribe that had evaded notice and persecution by wizarding kind by being reclusive and insular, and it was there he met the love of his life, Mòrag.
The story, which Coinneach will tell anyone who stands still long enough, is that to win her heart he challenged her to an arm wrestle, she broke the table, he challenged her again and she broke the second table, so he challenged her a third time, on a rock this time because they had run out of tables, and held her for eleven seconds before finally managing to put her hand down so hard it left a dent in the stone.
He then proposed to her on the spot, she laughed until she cried, which he took as a yes, and he was apparently right because twenty years later she has not corrected him.
Mòrag his mother was the daughter of the giant clans Chieftain and has taken that role on now herself, she towers in at a massive 12 foot tall, though she's considered small among her tribe, she is warm, practical, kindly and enormously strong despite her gentle nature, with a patience for her husband's nonsense that borders on saintly.
Their marriage raised eyebrows in certain circles, especially at first in the Hollow but now it is simply how things are and hardly gets a second glance, the incorporation of her Jotunn tribe to the Hollow and the significant aid that has been provided with the tricks they'd learnt around using their large frames with farming, craft and caring for livestock has lessened the prejudice though and they have become a very rare success case of a welcome merging of giant and wizarding clans.
Mòrag for her part has settled in as the town's baker, alongside her duties as Chieftess such as they've been due to no real conflicts between the two groups in at least a decade, baking some of the best baked goods Beowulf knows of and he brags about them often, having never found anything to match her cooking.
Mòrag has long, wild dark hair that cascades down her body like a waterfall, pale blue skin, icy eyes and a very motherly tone to her voice.
Beowulf's home cottage has large arched doorframes, high raised ceilings, and always smells of peat smoke, baked bread and fresh jam.
Beowulf is the eldest of three, his brother Alasdair is eight, wiry and quick with their mother's dark hair and a wit already sharpening to a razors edge, His sister Eilidh is five, blonde with his mother's pale blue skin and stubborn, small enough to ride on Beowulf's shoulders and bossy enough to steer from up there.
He grew up knowing magic the way other children know weather, but Skye was always the bigger draw.
By six he was vanishing for hours clambering up cliff faces and ridgelines.
By eight he knew every path and cove within five miles.
His friends are few and close. Callum, skinny and whip smart. Màiri, sharp-tongued and faster than him on flat ground and Domhnall, quiet and the only person alive who can match him for stubbornness or strength.
He truly loves his home, it is uncomplicated, warm, friendly and always toasty.
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First Instance of Magic: Beowulf's first unintentional use of magic was when he was just seven, his younger brother Alasdair was four, the two brothers were playing in the rockpools that appeared during low tide and Beowulf had been tasked with keeping an eye on his younger brother as his parents were preoccupied with taking care of Eilidh, trusting that the two boys would keep within view and keep within the boundaries that they had set for them.
Sadly, this was not the case, as always young boys buck restrictions, stretching them as far as they can to test the limits imposed upon them, the two had been playing seeing who would dare go further out of bounds when Alasdair slipped, he hadn't noticed that the ledge he was standing on dropped off sharply on the other side into water that was well over both their heads.
Beowulf saw him go before he heard it, he still holds nightmares or the sight, one second his brother was crouching down, planting his mark for the furthest out that they'd gone, and the next he just wasn't there anymore.
There was a small, wet sound along with a scream that got cut short and then nothing but churning water where his four-year-old brother just been standing.
Beowulf didn't think, he didn't scream for help as he should have or scan the beach for a grown-up, no, he just bolted across the rocks and dove in after him.
The first thing he noticed was that the cold hit like a slap, robbing the breath from his lungs, and that the current was far worse than it looked, but he was lucky, he quickly found Alasdair, though this tiny bit of luck was washed away as the younger boy was thrashing against the water, completely panicked, grabbing onto him, scrambling over him and dragging them both down into the depths.
Beowulf barely managed to get one arm around his brothers chest and kicked hard against the current but the angle was bad and his brother was heavy with panic, things started to go dark and there was this one awful, breathless moment where he knew, clearly and simply, that he wasn't strong enough, he couldn't save them both, he barely knew if he would be able to save Alasdair, the thought of saving his brother and sacrificing himself his first instinct, the reverse never even came into mind.
Despite this, despite feeling he was facing his death, he didn't feel scared, no, he felt angry. Extreme, pure rage, not at Alasdair, not at the water, just this raw, stubborn, white-hot refusal to accept what was happening.
It bubbled up through his chest before he could put a name to it and then the water moved, not like a wave, more like the whole body of water around them in response to his anger just shoved, hard, throwing them both sideways and up onto the rock shelf a good three feet above the waterline before retreating back.
Alasdair was howling in tears from the traumatic event; Beowulf had both arms clamped around him and couldn't make himself let go for a long time after that.
He carried Alasdair home on his back without saying much, he picked quietly at his lunch, he still felt anger now at himself for not paying closer attention, for not being strong enough to have saved them both, his parents noticing his change in mood asked about what happened and as he told them Coinneach went quiet for about three seconds which was some kind of personal record, then grabbed Beowulf in a hug hard enough to pick him up off the floor.
His father told him any man who jumps in the water for his brother without thinking twice was a man worth being, even if he's too young and too thick to check how deep it is first.
Their mother didn't say much at all for the rest of the evening, just held Alasdair close and kept looking over at Beowulf with an expression he couldn't quite read, he was worried that she blamed him for the event but that night she came and sat on the edge of his bed and told him it was brave and reckless and exactly what she would have expected from him, that she was proud of how he had helped save his brother, but that she could tell he was going to sacrifice himself for Alasdair and that his life would have been just as painful to lose as his younger siblings.
Beowulf didn't sleep well that night and for many nights since, his mind going back to that one moment in the water where he wasn't strong enough, turning it over and over, and making a promise to himself that he wouldn't be caught like that again.
That feeling will haunt him for the rest of his days and he vowed never to be in that position again.
School Year or Adult Level: first year Gryffindor
Does any Profile Card info need changing? Should be changed from pure-blood to half
Link to the character page: As requested
Character Statistics: Stamina: 6| Evasion: 1 | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 3 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Character Special Race/Talent: Half-Giant application here and in Ency page
I believe that I deserve to be a half giant as being a half-giant is not just surface level for Beowulf but core to his very being and how he fits in the world, his mother is the current Chieftess of a tribe of Jotunn giants and being the first born of this tribe it will inevitably become his role to take in the future.
His body currently reflects his lineage, he is larger, heavier, and stronger than most of his peers and his build mirrors the broad, dense frames associated with the giants of the northern isles, just scaled down to his age.
He has not grown up distant from that side of himself either, his mother’s clan is not just a story to him, it is a very present and solid part of his life.
The Skye Jötunn exist as a rare case of a giant group that has adapted instead of disappearing, folding into a wizarding community without sacrificing their identity, Beowulf has been raised with that influence from the start, which shapes how he understands strength, loyalty, and responsibility.
His temperament and attitude towards others also are very reflective of his giant side, he acts on emotion and instinct though it's tempered somewhat by his human side and he tends to process emotion first, followed by action immediately after, consistent with how giants are known to operate.
The way he handles people follows a similar line, Giants live in tight, protective groups, and Beowulf mirrors that without thinking about it, he chooses his people and treats their safety as something that is simply his responsibility. It is not something he questions or weighs up, it just is, that instinct translates cleanly from a giants tribal structure into a smaller, personal scale.
Most importantly, his place as his mother’s heir gives him direction beyond school being tied to a living clan, means what he becomes matters not just to him, but to them as well.
I hope with the case I've laid out I have provided sufficient information through his character design, backstory, family history and fundamental nature to be approved of being a half-giant.
Character Backstory: Beowulf grew up in Duncarnavoine Hollow, a small all-wizarding village, tucked into the coastline of the Isle of Skye, to Muggles it is known as Kyleakin a small town on the eastern coast, the magic blocked from their eyes by old charms and a reputation for terrible weather, even still magic ebbs out of the stonework and though the village is made of a handful of stone cottages, a crooked pub, and a post office that doubles as an apothecary, it is surrounded by some of the most dramatic and beautiful landscape in Scotland and the magic permeating through the air leaves everyone in awe.
Everyone there is close, doors are very rarely locked, children roam free from the moment they can walk and everyone in the village knows everyone else, in essence it is a truly cosy village and community.
Beowulf's father, Coinneach, could not and would never be described as a quiet man.
He is broad, barrel-chested, blonde, thick-bearded, and loud in the way that thunderstorms are loud, not because he is trying to be so, but because he was apparently built without a low setting.
He is a pure-born wizard, yes, and not an incompetent one at that, but he has always trusted his hands and his brawn at least as much as his wand, if not more, though definitely more than he trusts his brain of which he proudly boasts he has little of.
He drinks, he boasts, he sings old drinking songs badly and at loud volume, he picks fights with furniture when he's had too many and wins about half of them.
He wears Thor's hammer around his neck and has runes tattooed across his knuckles.
He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, as a field worker, building trust with communities the Ministry has historically handled very poorly.
It was this work that brought him to a reclusive giant clan in the remote Highlands with links to the Jotunn of old legend, a small holdout tribe that had evaded notice and persecution by wizarding kind by being reclusive and insular, and it was there he met the love of his life, Mòrag.
The story, which Coinneach will tell anyone who stands still long enough, is that to win her heart he challenged her to an arm wrestle, she broke the table, he challenged her again and she broke the second table, so he challenged her a third time, on a rock this time because they had run out of tables, and held her for eleven seconds before finally managing to put her hand down so hard it left a dent in the stone.
He then proposed to her on the spot, she laughed until she cried, which he took as a yes, and he was apparently right because twenty years later she has not corrected him.
Mòrag his mother was the daughter of the giant clans Chieftain and has taken that role on now herself, she towers in at a massive 12 foot tall, though she's considered small among her tribe, she is warm, practical, kindly and enormously strong despite her gentle nature, with a patience for her husband's nonsense that borders on saintly.
Their marriage raised eyebrows in certain circles, especially at first in the Hollow but now it is simply how things are and hardly gets a second glance, the incorporation of her Jotunn tribe to the Hollow and the significant aid that has been provided with the tricks they'd learnt around using their large frames with farming, craft and caring for livestock has lessened the prejudice though and they have become a very rare success case of a welcome merging of giant and wizarding clans.
Mòrag for her part has settled in as the town's baker, alongside her duties as Chieftess such as they've been due to no real conflicts between the two groups in at least a decade, baking some of the best baked goods Beowulf knows of and he brags about them often, having never found anything to match her cooking.
Mòrag has long, wild dark hair that cascades down her body like a waterfall, pale blue skin, icy eyes and a very motherly tone to her voice.
Beowulf's home cottage has large arched doorframes, high raised ceilings, and always smells of peat smoke, baked bread and fresh jam.
Beowulf is the eldest of three, his brother Alasdair is eight, wiry and quick with their mother's dark hair and a wit already sharpening to a razors edge, His sister Eilidh is five, blonde with his mother's pale blue skin and stubborn, small enough to ride on Beowulf's shoulders and bossy enough to steer from up there.
He grew up knowing magic the way other children know weather, but Skye was always the bigger draw.
By six he was vanishing for hours clambering up cliff faces and ridgelines.
By eight he knew every path and cove within five miles.
His friends are few and close. Callum, skinny and whip smart. Màiri, sharp-tongued and faster than him on flat ground and Domhnall, quiet and the only person alive who can match him for stubbornness or strength.
He truly loves his home, it is uncomplicated, warm, friendly and always toasty.
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First Instance of Magic: Beowulf's first unintentional use of magic was when he was just seven, his younger brother Alasdair was four, the two brothers were playing in the rockpools that appeared during low tide and Beowulf had been tasked with keeping an eye on his younger brother as his parents were preoccupied with taking care of Eilidh, trusting that the two boys would keep within view and keep within the boundaries that they had set for them.
Sadly, this was not the case, as always young boys buck restrictions, stretching them as far as they can to test the limits imposed upon them, the two had been playing seeing who would dare go further out of bounds when Alasdair slipped, he hadn't noticed that the ledge he was standing on dropped off sharply on the other side into water that was well over both their heads.
Beowulf saw him go before he heard it, he still holds nightmares or the sight, one second his brother was crouching down, planting his mark for the furthest out that they'd gone, and the next he just wasn't there anymore.
There was a small, wet sound along with a scream that got cut short and then nothing but churning water where his four-year-old brother just been standing.
Beowulf didn't think, he didn't scream for help as he should have or scan the beach for a grown-up, no, he just bolted across the rocks and dove in after him.
The first thing he noticed was that the cold hit like a slap, robbing the breath from his lungs, and that the current was far worse than it looked, but he was lucky, he quickly found Alasdair, though this tiny bit of luck was washed away as the younger boy was thrashing against the water, completely panicked, grabbing onto him, scrambling over him and dragging them both down into the depths.
Beowulf barely managed to get one arm around his brothers chest and kicked hard against the current but the angle was bad and his brother was heavy with panic, things started to go dark and there was this one awful, breathless moment where he knew, clearly and simply, that he wasn't strong enough, he couldn't save them both, he barely knew if he would be able to save Alasdair, the thought of saving his brother and sacrificing himself his first instinct, the reverse never even came into mind.
Despite this, despite feeling he was facing his death, he didn't feel scared, no, he felt angry. Extreme, pure rage, not at Alasdair, not at the water, just this raw, stubborn, white-hot refusal to accept what was happening.
It bubbled up through his chest before he could put a name to it and then the water moved, not like a wave, more like the whole body of water around them in response to his anger just shoved, hard, throwing them both sideways and up onto the rock shelf a good three feet above the waterline before retreating back.
Alasdair was howling in tears from the traumatic event; Beowulf had both arms clamped around him and couldn't make himself let go for a long time after that.
He carried Alasdair home on his back without saying much, he picked quietly at his lunch, he still felt anger now at himself for not paying closer attention, for not being strong enough to have saved them both, his parents noticing his change in mood asked about what happened and as he told them Coinneach went quiet for about three seconds which was some kind of personal record, then grabbed Beowulf in a hug hard enough to pick him up off the floor.
His father told him any man who jumps in the water for his brother without thinking twice was a man worth being, even if he's too young and too thick to check how deep it is first.
Their mother didn't say much at all for the rest of the evening, just held Alasdair close and kept looking over at Beowulf with an expression he couldn't quite read, he was worried that she blamed him for the event but that night she came and sat on the edge of his bed and told him it was brave and reckless and exactly what she would have expected from him, that she was proud of how he had helped save his brother, but that she could tell he was going to sacrifice himself for Alasdair and that his life would have been just as painful to lose as his younger siblings.
Beowulf didn't sleep well that night and for many nights since, his mind going back to that one moment in the water where he wasn't strong enough, turning it over and over, and making a promise to himself that he wouldn't be caught like that again.
That feeling will haunt him for the rest of his days and he vowed never to be in that position again.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 06/05/2026
Reasons for pending:
- Remove spells from trunk.
- A purely wizarding village would not be ”known” to muggles. We also don’t allow players to make up their own villages or cities. You could instead say they live in a wizarding part of Kyleakin.
- Giant clans are in rule very hostile towards wizards. Please explain why he was able to approach them safely.
- Please clarify that it was not his intention for the water to push them out in the first instance of magic. First instance of magic needs to be completely unintentional.
- The special race application is only 358 out of 500 words and pings AI. Please rewrite it in your own words.
- Don’t forget to update your encyclopedia with any new edits.
STATUS: Closed, Elena, April 4th
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Eduardo Aguiar
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Bloodstatus: muggle-born
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 5
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 5
Character Backstory: In a much normal family in Brazil nothing uncommon happend. Until a young couple gave birth to twins. The couple knew each other for at least 6 years, they passed school, university and now parenthood together. Nothing crazy... twins? Yeah. Identical ones, might i add. Eduardo and his brother were born. Life seemed to go quiet for the family. The same ordinary things happening again, work, school, family, sleep. A good life.
When Eduardo was 4 years old they moved to London. Thankfully Eduardo and his brother had already learn english by themselfs. The moving was... hard. They had to abandon friends, family and their home country, but they'd find the change fine. The new school was weird, the imense culture shock made the class feel even weirder "What do you mean secondary school? Extracurriculars? i don't even want to do the obligatorys. Everything's so formal...".
And then an unexpected incident happend, and suddenly wizards were knocking on his door and a letter about a school and a diagonal alley? After a warmfull goodbye to his family he left for hogwarts, and couldn't be more amazed. The Diagon Alley felt like a living organism, the changing and fascinating shops and arctifacts blew his mind. His little visit to Olivander's was a highlight. The warm feeling that being chosen by the wand gave him was unmatched.
Now he got to waiting, and what better way of waiting than reading literal magic books. It was almost comical how little he knew, of this whole new world.
First Instance of Magic: When he was 6, he keept having dreams of being diferent kinds of things, once was a wise man, other a knight, another a super hero. But the one that made the accidental magic happend was when he dreamt of being a wizard. In the dream he studied some form of magic, a very interesting one, levitation. He though he could fly with it, but he just couldn't get it to work, he was very frustrated, what he didn't know is that, because of the frustration, objects in his room started levitating. When he woke up the objects were still in the air, before falling to the ground. Not long after a letter and a professor came to his house ecplaining what was the wizarding world.
School Year or Adult Level: 1st year
Bloodstatus: muggle-born
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Stamina: 4
Evasion: 5
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
ArcPower: 9
Accuracy: 5
Character Backstory: In a much normal family in Brazil nothing uncommon happend. Until a young couple gave birth to twins. The couple knew each other for at least 6 years, they passed school, university and now parenthood together. Nothing crazy... twins? Yeah. Identical ones, might i add. Eduardo and his brother were born. Life seemed to go quiet for the family. The same ordinary things happening again, work, school, family, sleep. A good life.
When Eduardo was 4 years old they moved to London. Thankfully Eduardo and his brother had already learn english by themselfs. The moving was... hard. They had to abandon friends, family and their home country, but they'd find the change fine. The new school was weird, the imense culture shock made the class feel even weirder "What do you mean secondary school? Extracurriculars? i don't even want to do the obligatorys. Everything's so formal...".
And then an unexpected incident happend, and suddenly wizards were knocking on his door and a letter about a school and a diagonal alley? After a warmfull goodbye to his family he left for hogwarts, and couldn't be more amazed. The Diagon Alley felt like a living organism, the changing and fascinating shops and arctifacts blew his mind. His little visit to Olivander's was a highlight. The warm feeling that being chosen by the wand gave him was unmatched.
Now he got to waiting, and what better way of waiting than reading literal magic books. It was almost comical how little he knew, of this whole new world.
First Instance of Magic: When he was 6, he keept having dreams of being diferent kinds of things, once was a wise man, other a knight, another a super hero. But the one that made the accidental magic happend was when he dreamt of being a wizard. In the dream he studied some form of magic, a very interesting one, levitation. He though he could fly with it, but he just couldn't get it to work, he was very frustrated, what he didn't know is that, because of the frustration, objects in his room started levitating. When he woke up the objects were still in the air, before falling to the ground. Not long after a letter and a professor came to his house ecplaining what was the wizarding world.
STATUS: [color=#ff8000Pending[/color], Santiago, 06/05/2026
Reasons for pending:
- Remove color from trunk.
- Please use the correct format referenced in the first post.
- The history should be at least 220 words on his life before Hogwarts. He would not know his future house or any spellwork and magical subjects before attending school.
- First instances of magic are as a rule caused by a strong emotion and thend to only last a few seconds. Clarify what emotion caused the items in his room to levitate during his sleep.
- Any edits made in the application should match across ency and profile.
STATUS: Pending, Elena, May 13th
Thank you for making the edits requested, however some are still needed!
- Your backstory and FIOM in your encyclopedia needs to be the exact same as in your application. Please copy paste it!
- Your FIOM needs to happen in Wales, Scotland, England or Ireland. Since your character's family moved when he was 8, he would not be able to have his FIOM before that age. Please edit this part!
- Your trunk still has the colour (84774d), please remove it.
- Following on what was highlighted above, your backstory needs to reach 220 wordcount without mentioning his life at Hogwarts, aka the part from "In a much normal family" to "and couldn't be more amazed." needs to be above 220 wordcount. Please edit this.
STATUS: Approved, Elena, May 21st
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Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Selina Nightheart
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
Characters FIOM:
Do it because they said u couldnt
School Year or Adult Level: First year
Link to the character page: Here
Character Statistics:
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Stamina: 5
Evasion: 7
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 6
Evasion: 7
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 6
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 6
Characters FIOM:
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Selinas first instance of magic was when she was 8
She was at a family event with the muggle side of her family. She hated theese, they were always so boring, so she sat in a corner. Then she overheard something: " Selinas such a quiet girl. Shes never been very skilled either, what a lazy girl" Her aunt. she always hated her. She always hated being lookd down on. Selina could hear the dissapointment and feel the annoyance and guilt under her skin. She clenched her hands wanting to do something. Then. crack. The tea cup in her aunts hands cracked, making all the tea spill. Selina stared in schock. Did she do that? She never touched the tea cup. Her mother at looked at her, she would expect dissapointment. but instead a smile on her mothers face. Her mother was proud. Something like that never happened again prior to her acceptance letter to hogwarts.
She was at a family event with the muggle side of her family. She hated theese, they were always so boring, so she sat in a corner. Then she overheard something: " Selinas such a quiet girl. Shes never been very skilled either, what a lazy girl" Her aunt. she always hated her. She always hated being lookd down on. Selina could hear the dissapointment and feel the annoyance and guilt under her skin. She clenched her hands wanting to do something. Then. crack. The tea cup in her aunts hands cracked, making all the tea spill. Selina stared in schock. Did she do that? She never touched the tea cup. Her mother at looked at her, she would expect dissapointment. but instead a smile on her mothers face. Her mother was proud. Something like that never happened again prior to her acceptance letter to hogwarts.
STATUS: Pending, Kasem, 6 May
Reason for Pending:
- 1. Backstory Missing. Please add the backstory in the application, and make sure it matches the one you have in your encyclopedia.
- 2. Trunk. Please rename your statistics post in your encyclopedia to Trunk.
- 3. Form. Please complete all parts of the form even if they seem redundant. This is mostly done for papertrail reasons but also to respect the format of the application.
STATUS: Pending, Kasem, 27 May
Reason for Pending: Edits are not yet made, please make the required edits before 5th of June to avoid needing to apply again from scratch. An owl has also been sent as a reminder.
STATUS: Closed, Kasem, 31 May
You did not edit this post and posted another one. Please avoid doing that unless the one you are working on is closed by then. Owled too.
Do it because they said u couldnt
Index Registration
Character name (First and last name): Iris Montague
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Nope.
Link to the character page: Encyclopedia
Character Statistics:
Application
Character Backstory:
FIOM:
School Year or Adult Level: 1st
Does any Profile Card info need changing?: Nope.
Link to the character page: Encyclopedia
Character Statistics:
Character Special Race/Talent: SeerStamina - 6 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 0 | Wisdom - 7 | ArcP - 5 | Accuracy - 7
Application
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The gift of the Sight always ran in the Montague family, its first appearance recorded in the eighteenth century, though often unpredictable, as in its nature. Iris was the first to manifest it after quite a few generations had been skipped, in which it had gone dormant. The last person to manifest it before her was her great-great-grandmother, Pythia Montague, a woman whose name had long since become almost a synonym of the gift itself, within the Montague family. Pythia was said to possess an incredibly developed Sight, one that came early and grew quickly, though not without consequences. Like a star that burns bright but burns fast, the family accounts describe her as increasingly withdrawn, especially in her late years, caught between what she saw and what was real as she seemingly became unable to distinguish the two. In turn, Pythia had inherited the Gift from her grandmother, Claire Montague. Unlike Pythia's, Claire's Sight was quieter, just like its owner, who was incredibly discreet about her power. Claire rarely spoke about what she perceived and how she perceived it, unless she deemed it absolutely necessary, which was extremely rare. This contributed to creating an aura of ambiguity regarding her abilities and her persona in general. What little is known about her and her ability has been passed down through fragmented stories, retold and reshaped over time, until nothing of what Iris heard about her can be considered an absolute truth.
At her young age, Iris still hasn't shown any physical signs of her gift, such as the typical white hair, even though she knows that her hair will probably start losing their natural colour more or less around seventeen years of age. Anyway, the Sight found other ways to manifest its presence, for as elusive and subtle as they may be; For example, Iris often falls into long silences, glossy eyes staring seemingly into nothing, only left with a lingering sense that something is about to shift when she snaps out of them. Rather than clear visions, other times, Iris experiences something closer to an incredibly heightened intuition. She has an uncanny ability to sense things before they happen. Not in precise terms, but as a quiet certainty that settles in her chest, heavy, or her ears suddenly ringing. It might be a sudden discomfort about a place or an inexplicable pull or push toward or away from certain people.
Her parents, intimidated by the gift but as controlling as ever, when informed of the manifestation of the gift in Iris, were long indecisive on how to approach it. They saw it as something unpredictable that they could not monitor. So, they chose the safest path: they subtly discouraged Iris from cultivating it by being as evasive as possible about it and leaving her to discover the history of the Gift through her family on her own. Being still a kid, Iris still doesn’t have visions, but the Gift's presence is undeniable. Even her name was a prediction, Iris, like the part of the eye with which we see.
At her young age, Iris still hasn't shown any physical signs of her gift, such as the typical white hair, even though she knows that her hair will probably start losing their natural colour more or less around seventeen years of age. Anyway, the Sight found other ways to manifest its presence, for as elusive and subtle as they may be; For example, Iris often falls into long silences, glossy eyes staring seemingly into nothing, only left with a lingering sense that something is about to shift when she snaps out of them. Rather than clear visions, other times, Iris experiences something closer to an incredibly heightened intuition. She has an uncanny ability to sense things before they happen. Not in precise terms, but as a quiet certainty that settles in her chest, heavy, or her ears suddenly ringing. It might be a sudden discomfort about a place or an inexplicable pull or push toward or away from certain people.
Her parents, intimidated by the gift but as controlling as ever, when informed of the manifestation of the gift in Iris, were long indecisive on how to approach it. They saw it as something unpredictable that they could not monitor. So, they chose the safest path: they subtly discouraged Iris from cultivating it by being as evasive as possible about it and leaving her to discover the history of the Gift through her family on her own. Being still a kid, Iris still doesn’t have visions, but the Gift's presence is undeniable. Even her name was a prediction, Iris, like the part of the eye with which we see.
Character Backstory:
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Iris's life before Hogwarts has been anything but extraordinary, at least from the outside. She lived in the Montagues' mansion in London, rarely given the chance to make friends or, in general, to simply be a child. Her family is extremely prestigious, and both her parents, Magnolia and Claude Montague, who work at the Ministry of Magic, have always been rather absent from her life. When they were present, she was expected to be flawless, which instilled in her a deep fear of disappointing them.
She grew up under the care of a preceptor and her grandmother, the latter being one of the very few constant presences in her life. It was they who first noticed the signs in Iris. There were times when she would become unusually quiet, like her mind was elsewhere, miles away. She would notice things that did not make sense to her: feelings that were not hers, fragments of pictures in her head that she could not explain.
Iris's parents did not dismiss these things as the vivid imagination of a kid; the Montague family had seen things like this before. Iris's great-great-grandmother, Pythia Montague, had the gift of the Sight, and her great-grandmother before her. Though it had not manifested in decades after her, its return in Iris couldn’t be denied.
Iris's parents did not encourage her to cultivate her gift, nor suppress it completely. They saw it as something to be acknowledged, monitored and most of all controlled. They did not really teach Iris how to understand what she experienced.
Iris's only company during her childhood were Clarisse and Julius Bohun, the kids of Renée and Klaus Bohun, intimate friends of the Montagues, and Cecilia Biggs, the daughter of the mansion's chief maid. Even with her friends, Iris sometimes felt like she did not quite fit in, always somewhat out of place.
Since she could walk and talk, Iris has been taught how to behave in polite society, how to be composed, graceful, and controlled.
She grew up under the care of a preceptor and her grandmother, the latter being one of the very few constant presences in her life. It was they who first noticed the signs in Iris. There were times when she would become unusually quiet, like her mind was elsewhere, miles away. She would notice things that did not make sense to her: feelings that were not hers, fragments of pictures in her head that she could not explain.
Iris's parents did not dismiss these things as the vivid imagination of a kid; the Montague family had seen things like this before. Iris's great-great-grandmother, Pythia Montague, had the gift of the Sight, and her great-grandmother before her. Though it had not manifested in decades after her, its return in Iris couldn’t be denied.
Iris's parents did not encourage her to cultivate her gift, nor suppress it completely. They saw it as something to be acknowledged, monitored and most of all controlled. They did not really teach Iris how to understand what she experienced.
Iris's only company during her childhood were Clarisse and Julius Bohun, the kids of Renée and Klaus Bohun, intimate friends of the Montagues, and Cecilia Biggs, the daughter of the mansion's chief maid. Even with her friends, Iris sometimes felt like she did not quite fit in, always somewhat out of place.
Since she could walk and talk, Iris has been taught how to behave in polite society, how to be composed, graceful, and controlled.
FIOM:
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Iris was seven when she first met Cecilia: until then, she had never been allowed the company of other children. They were seated in one of the drawing rooms under her grandmother’s supervision, expected to entertain themselves quietly with some dolls, when Cecilia made a joke. Iris doesn't remember precisely what she said, only that it was unexpected enough to make her laugh; not politely, as she had been taught, with her hand in front of her mouth, but freely, without restraint, her head thrown all the way back. It startled her more than anything. At the same time, the flowers in the vase beside them, white peonies, for a couple of seconds turned to a delicate pink hue, immediately going back to their original colour.
Not all at once, and not in a particualrly dramatic way, only a few petals unfurling delicately. The two children noticed, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted.
Iris's grandmother, noticed something else entirely. “Iris.” That single word was enough. The laughter ceased at once: such behaviour was unbecoming.
For a moment, silence settled between them again, awkward. Then Cecilia shifted slightly closer and, quietly, she reached out. Her fingers brushed Iris’s, a small, conspiratorial squeeze that said more than words could have. Iris did not smile openly, but something in her expression softened just enough: Cecilia had noticed. Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game.
Not all at once, and not in a particualrly dramatic way, only a few petals unfurling delicately. The two children noticed, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted.
Iris's grandmother, noticed something else entirely. “Iris.” That single word was enough. The laughter ceased at once: such behaviour was unbecoming.
For a moment, silence settled between them again, awkward. Then Cecilia shifted slightly closer and, quietly, she reached out. Her fingers brushed Iris’s, a small, conspiratorial squeeze that said more than words could have. Iris did not smile openly, but something in her expression softened just enough: Cecilia had noticed. Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 06/05/2026
Reasons for pending:
- Your Seer application is under the required 500 wordcount.
- Her ability would be undeveloped at this age apart from a strong intuition. She would not be able to get visions yet. You could instead focus on fleshing out how the Seer gene has been inherited in their ancestry.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 06/05/2026
Reasons for pending:
- Since full visions are intended to develop later in her school years, please remove or rephrase the implication that training at this stage could have allowed her to experience them already.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 06/05/2026
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